Welcome to New Era! A Roleplaying Site based on the Fiction book series Warriors, by Erin Hunter. This is a place where members can let their creativity flow, meet new friends and have fun! The clans moved to a new territory and have fanned out into different parts of lands, claiming it as their own. And now it’s time for a new generation of warriors to lead the clans on their quest of survival! You can make a character, join a clan and start roleplaying in the threads of that clan! Battle against other clans or tribes and protect your territory from trespassers and pesky twolegs. The possibility is endless at New Era!

Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

The cream tabby seemed to laugh through this entire ordeal as he moved over and lunged quickly forward, aiming to pin her down to the ground. A wicked smile was spread over his jaws as his paws were now covered in blood and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it.

Massacre sat watching he had no intention of stopping this battle, either Mord killed the trespasser, or the trespasser seriously injured Mord, then Massacre would step in and stop this. But until then he had something to do while he waited for Rapidoxidation. Massacre's tail thumped the ground in agitation, "Mord could do better than this!" Massacre thought. Rapidoxidation needed to hurry her tail up, or else he'd have to decide what to do with this trespasser with out her.

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"Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week."

Mord managed to scramble under the tom and aimed to slash at his belly fur.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

The cream tabby felt nothing underneath his paws, but the wicked smile was still over his jaws as he slowly turned his head and twisted it as if he was possessed or something. A chuckle escaped his jaws though as he felt claws rip through his fur. He greatly enjoyed the pain though and didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted to see the fear over her face. After her attack, he quickly reacted with leaping forward, his paws outstretched as he aimed to tackle her onto the ground again.

As Mord was tackled she lunged for the tom's throat, "I didn't even get your name," She snarled.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

The insane tom chuckled as he pinned her to the ground. However, he quickly lifted one of his crimson hued paw and aimed for it to slam it directly on the she-cats face aiming to force her head back onto the ground. He knew this would put his paw in her jaws, but he would heal non-the-less as he let his pupils almost look like dots now. Cutthroat got his name for a reason, but he wasn't going to show what his name meant, yet. The cream tabby then raised his other paw and began to trace the she-cats stomach with his claws, using his back legs to hold the struggling female. "Indeed darling you didn't. But I know yours Mord." Cutthroat purred as he continued to draw his claws on the she-cats stomach, and looked as if he was going to cut her open.

Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

The rogue laughed histarically at the poor she-cat was under him. His paw was in her mouth, which made her fangs sink slightly into his flesh, but he didn't care and leaned in toward her ear. "You look beautiful in this position." Cutthroat whispered into the warriors ear as he raised his other paw, his red claws already unsheathed. He then began to slowly drag his claws along the she-cats stomach, but it wasn't piercing flesh, his claws were just grazing the flesh of the she-cat.

Mord growled in frustration and kicked out with her back legs at Cutthroat.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

The kick did indeed hurt a little bit, but he enjoyed the pain and just let a sadistic smile spread across his light hued jaws. His stripped tail flicked behind him as his neon green eyes angled downward toward her throat, and he seemed to begin to lick his chops in anticipation of sinking them deep into her gullet. Cutthroat purred with lust as he leaned in toward her ear again. "If you surrender, I might decide to leave your organs inside, instead of out." The insane cat mewed in almost a hiss of a snake as he pulled back his head and waited for her response.

Massacre gritted his teeth, "You will be spilling no one's guts today." Massacre snarled, "Get off of Mord now, or else you'll be the one with your guts on the outside." He quickly made his way over to the two fighting, "I will not stand for this being carried out any longer." Massacre narrowed his eyes, his tail was twitching wildly.

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"Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week."

The sadistic tom could only chuckle and let his pupil seem to dilate more as he turned his head toward the long furred male. A chuckle escaped the lightly hued jaws as he removed his paw from the she-cats face as he then slowly stepped off of her body, stepping on her stomach as he moved off of her. Cutthroat was still in his blood lust mood and simply moved over toward the cat and rose his blood covered paw as if he was examining it. "I'm afraid threats like that only make my lust more....appetizing." The cream tabby purred as he ran his tongue over the blood that covered his paw, his neon green eyes laying down onto the dull grey of the cat.

"If you want to kill something then make yourself useful and hunt for the clan." Massacre growled, "I don't want you tearing any more of my warriors up." He turned his attention to his injured clan mate "Mord, go to the medicine den and get your wounds treated." Massacre turned his attention back to Cutthroat and flicked his tail waiting for him to make a decision.

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"Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week."

Mord snarled, "I'm fine," she argued angrily. Her paws lashed out one more time as she wriggled from underneath Cutthroat. Blood dripped from her claws and her fangs, as it did from a slash on her stomach. The stubborn she-cat stalked over to the edge of camp were, tail twitching, she cleaned the blood from her pelt.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Massacre sighed and turned his head to look where Mord went, "That was an order, Mord.", he still kept his guard up with Cutthroat he didn't want to look like a fool if Cutthroat tried lunging at him. Massacre's tail was twitching even more because Mord wouldn't get her wounds healed, he didn't particularly like it when cats disobeyed him.

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"Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week."